Do I Want to Start a Long-Distance Relationship?

So, I met someone. We’re seeing each other. It’s all magical and new and full of cuddles and laughs and attention—all that good stuff that comes at the beginning. One problem: She’s in another city. Another country, in fact. Am I setting myself up for disaster?

For those of you who read this blog regularly, this is the delightfully poised young lady who came with me during my unscheduled visit to the hospital last month when I was back home in Canada. For those of you who don't: Last month, while I was on a date, I fell unfortunately very ill and the very cool girl I was out with came with me to the emergency room and hung out there.

The good news: She is cool under pressure. The bad news: She lives in Toronto (more cold than cool, because it’s so far north, e.g. far away--though only an hour's flight and I do spend a great deal of time there...hmmmm).

Back then, I asked you guys what an appropriate gift would be (to say thanks for playing Nurse Ratched to my Randle), and despite your very good suggestions—flowers, dinner, a handwritten note—I went my own way and bought her a flight to NYC.

And so it’s begun: The late night calls, the anticipation, the yearning, the nonstop texting, the constant stepping away from the table—at restaurants, in meetings, while playing Sorry! (an amazing board game, that hardly ever leads to fist fights, for those of you who don't know)—so that I can take her call or touch base.

She’s coming in less than a month. In the mean time, I have to sit and wait. And wait. And wait.

We’re keeping it chill for now, but I’ve done long distance before, with mixed success, and I’m wary of the pitfalls.